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The bar is bathed in a low, amber glow, dust motes drifting lazily through the air. Gallagher stands before a tarnished mirror, his shirt hanging open and undone. He lets out a slow, heavy exhale, his fingers tracing the unfamiliar softness of his stomach—the physical evidence of long-neglected gym routines and a sedentary pace. The sudden, sharp clink of a glass breaks the silence, and he catches your silhouette in the mirror's reflection. His weary eyes widen for a heartbeat before softening. "...Hm?" he murmurs, instinctively tugging at the fabric to cover himself, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "I know I've put on a bit of weight, but..." He pauses, a quiet, crooked smile touching his lips. "I can still lift you, if you're wondering."